Doomed

Okay you Gimpy piece of wonderfulness...

Here's the deal...

1. I'm over the snark about serious shit....time for both of us to get past the bad attitudes of others. It's been a rough few days...perhaps several months...time to get back to bitching about in- breds, wearisome morons and those we feel are beneath us. Because, yes, we're kinda fun...

2. I need your snark....it's like crack to me...a day without some inappropriate, ill-placed, badly derived comment from you is like a day with freaking sunshine...it's just a no-go.

3. Let's face it...I'm 44, a soon to be divorced mother of five....certainly there is some funny it that. Or at least there better be because if not you may find me and my brood shacking up with Cabana Boy Andy, Shanna, Evanne, the dogs and God knows who else in the white trash kiddie pool all summer.

4. As you pointed out....I cannot date locally as you will kick my ass. The LB gene pool is quite small. In fact, I cannot date anyone at all as my girls won't let me talk on the phone, let alone let me leave the house without a full on interrogation. Thinking they have a future with the CIA or perhaps simply giving tips to Jack Bauer.

5. See the above.

6. I'm doomed to hanging with you for the rest of my life and experiencing zero love life until I'm too old to care or do anything about it. After all, Mia is only 7...wtf.

7. The above pretty much explains why you're stuck with me...get used to it, doll.